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“Quiet,” I whispered. “You don’t want to be discovered, do you?”
“Oh, God, Cal. You areso, sogood.”
“Yeah? Do you want to cum, princess? To make a mess?”
“I want to cum so badly,” Daphne said breathlessly. “Please, Cal.”
I wasn’t one to deny her an orgasm. I persisted, kissing her again so she could stay quiet. I soon felt her pussy pulse around me as her nails dug into my shirt. She bit my lip, then pulled away, looking truly satisfied and a little deviant. I slid my fingers from her wet pussy, again denying my pleasure for hers.
“You really should stop coming onto me,” Daphne whispered.
I reran my right hand over her chin, spreading her wetness as I did. I worried she might bristle, but she didn’t. Instead, she again took my thumb in her mouth, sucking once more and never losing eye contact. It was the sexiest thing she ever did.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” Daphne replied.
“Good. Sit on my face later, and we’ll call it even,” I said, hoping to do much more.
25ALL YOU NEED
Cal
It was latewhen Daphne and I finally found time to sneak down to her cousin’s boathouse for a bit of fun. My supposed date decided to run off to bed with hers—perfect timing—leading us to play the sad loners. She “took a walk” while I turned in—only I couldn’t turn in. I eventually followed her down to the boat house where she waited for me on a workbench, desperate for more.
I pulled her towards me and kissed her. I didn’t need words. The desire on her face said everything. Each time we did this, I realized how compatible we were. Daphne knew what she wanted and I knew what she craved. I always gave her what she needed. Her moans and deep kisses said more than the sweetest prose.
“You remembered a condom, right?” Daphne gasped, pulling back.
“Yes,” I said. “I put it in my wallet earlier.”
After our bit of fun in the bushes, I’d decided my new thing was to pack condoms in my wallet. I wouldn’t get caught without one again. It was odd that this was my arc in my late forties. After years of being partnered and exclusive, then incredibly single, it was about a decade since I’d needed to contemplate prophylactics. But, for Daphne, I’d come prepared.
“I swear I’ll get on the pill, but I have to?—”
“Shh,” I cut her off. “Don’t apologize. You don’t need to feel bad for asking me to do the bare minimum to protect you.”
I kissed her neck for a bit, delighting in the feeling of her rapid pulse against my lips.
“I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of demanding bitch, Cal.”
I stopped kissing her neck and stepped back slightly.
“I would never say that about you, Daphne. Never.”
Daphne cocked her head. “Why? I mean, you could have?—”
“I wantyou. I shouldn’t, but I only want you,” I said.
The words rolled out of my mouth, dropping like a bucket of water spilling into the lake. The water sloshed against the dock a few feet away as I waited silently for Daphne’s reaction. She stared, befuddled. I’d just admitted this wasn’t a game.
“I’m sorry,” I shook my head. “I should go and?—”
She grasped my wrist tight. “No, Cal, don’t. I… I don’t know what to say. I’m dumbfounded, not offended.”
I curiously awaited an explanation.
“Cal, it has been years since anyone told me they wantedonlyme. I’ve spent years feeling compared to anything on two legs with big tits and a nice ass—anything in its twenties. You reallycouldhave anyone you wanted. You’re Chicago’s most eligible fucking bachelor. You’re wealthy, powerful, and you have chemistry with a wall. Why me? I just… I don’t know what to say.”
